Era 01 · The Archive

Before the Sock Era

Before the punchline. Before discernment had language. Before I knew the difference between being chosen and being seen.

Original artwork by Marcia Jones · Writings by Ms. Dare I Say

These archives are held as artifacts of becoming, not instructions for self-abandonment.

He Said, She Said: A Love Story

He Said, She Said: A Love Story

Artwork by Marcia Jones

circa 2014 · Ms. Dare I Say

He Said, She Said: A Love Story

"A workbook in poetic form. Two souls meeting on this plane of existence. He Said: 'All I want is you.' She Said: 'You can have all of me.'"

What I understand now

What I understand now: 'all of me' was never the price of admission. The willingness to disappear was not love — it was inheritance.

In Love There Are Many Shades of Gray

In Love There Are Many Shades of Gray

Artwork by Marcia Jones

Workbook excerpt · Art by Marcia Jones

In Love There Are Many Shades of Gray

"What happens when you fall in love and all is as it should be — and suddenly the ax drops? This is what it looks like when I walk away. Make love to the present, not the past."

What I understand now

What I could not see then: the ax was always in his hand. I just kept asking it to be a bouquet.

Exposed

Exposed

Cover photograph from the original edition

THE RECEIPTS · Self-published, circa 2008

Exposed

"When you have surrendered and there is nothing left, you must become exposed. A collection of poems and stories from the woman who would later pick up the hotline."

What I understand now

What I understand now: I thought exposure meant being seen by someone else. It was rehearsal for witnessing myself.

PLATES FROM THE ARCHIVE

The poems lived on the body.

Plate I — I can not remember your touch
Plate I · I can not remember your touch
Plate II — There is a secret that lies in my hips
Plate II · There is a secret that lies in my hips
Plate III — I wanted to be the one… I wanted to be different
Plate III · I wanted to be the one… I wanted to be different

These were taken before the hotline had a name.

"What longing made me ignore?"

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